This page is a quiet tribute to the people, stories, and legacy that come from my father’s side of the family. From old photographs to shared meals, from whispered advice to enduring values—these are the threads that connect me to my roots.
Though time moves forward, memory lingers in the names we carry, the places we return to, and the traditions we keep alive. This space honors those who came before and shaped who I am today.
If you’re reading this, perhaps you too are thinking of your own father’s side—your uncles, grandfathers, cousins, or the quiet strength passed down through generations. May you find peace in remembering.